The comfort and ease
are what these windows
and doors and beds of
our house
we have all of these
these comfort and ease
but the time has come
to close all these and
move towards mountains
far towards valleys and
hills and cliffs and
ravines where our feet
are tested
where our
minds are tortured by
by our self-imposed
loneliness
by our
self-chosen hardships
to purify what is
decaying
inside us
this is the only path to
holiness
the way to light
to freedom
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem